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Welts on my hands knuckles cut raw back is aching can't work no more. Been thinking of this losing a fight with that. Wish I had a million or a cowboy hat. Cast my nets caught nothing to eat. I'd place my bets, but the odds are too steep. But when I see you all pain disappears can't imagine anyone else beside me in my older years. You're a priceless love my buckaroo. I never feel hugry when I can feast on you. I've nothing to risk since I won your hand. But when you're not near I'm a lost useless man, so I am.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
So I am.
Welts on my hands knuckles cut raw back is aching can't work no more. Been thinking of this losing a fight with that. Wish I had a million or a cowboy hat. Cast my nets caught nothing to eat. I'd place my bets, but the odds are too steep. But when I see you all pain disappears can't imagine anyone else beside me in my older years. You're a priceless love my buckaroo. I never feel hugry when I can feast on you. I've nothing to risk since I won your hand. But when you're not near I'm a lost useless man, so I am.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
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